? A longtable and four chairs were placed facing them.?After about five minutes, five military officers entered the dining roomand sat.? Their eyes ro...med over theseated women and whispered exchanges took place.??????????? A few minutes later all heads turned to the sound of thekitchen doors opening.? Two soldiersentered escorting a young local girl.?Kristi guessed she was about fifteen, certainly no more than sixteen.? Tears streamed down her pretty, dark-skinnedface and her huge brown eyes. There is also the case of her sister Christine, a bisexual cutie. My fantasy about her goes a little something like this.Me and Julie are on the couch watching TV when her sister Christine comes in through the front door, crying. She explains that the man she is seeing complains about her lack of sexual talent in bed, citing her past, he often says that maybe she is better off with women. Christine has stopped over to get a sympathetic ear from Julie. Me? I'm stuck on the goddamn couch. She didn’t give a shit that the man she’d just fucked was old enough to be her father. Sergeant Jonas Rockwell was the strongest, healthiest, and most robustly virile man she ever met. God help her, she’d fuck that man anytime and anyplace of his choosing!A loud, persistent voice interrupted the sexually sated couple’s orgasmic afterglow reverie. Spc John ‘Sparks’ Johnson was the squad’s radioman. Sparks hated bothering his sergeant at this time, but circumstances demanded he take the. I love your father very much and he loves me and we’re happy, but I hate his job…I hate that he goes off for months at a time and I don’t hear from him…I don’t know if he’s alive or dead or anything. I live in fear of the base Chaplain showing up at the fucking door on any given day, dammit.” Jill fidgeted, her foot kicking the dildo that was back on the floor again. “Your father loves his job though, and so what do I do? I put up with it and grit my teeth and hope for the best. I been lucky.